dogs

When I was on holiday over Christmas, my family adopted a rescue dog, kind of out-of-the-blue. She was found on a city street with Parvo and a hundred other problems that have thankfully been resolved. She was one tough little girl! Meet Gizmo:

She is a black labrador mixed with something smaller, though we’re not sure what. Gizmo is around five months old and absolutely adorable, as well as ‘dangerously’ intelligent. Being on holiday meant that I took care of her most of the time, since my siblings were at school and my parents were working or running errands. When she wasn’t tearing about the house with her excess of puppy energy, she was the best snuggler; often her head would be tucked up under my chin while she napped and I read my books.

Anyways, now that I’m back at university, I no longer have my snuggle buddy…*sad face*. My mum does post the occasional photo or video of her, so I do get to see her sometimes. Good grief, I sound like a parent or something. My apologies.

I rang my mum yesterday to chat since I’ve been busy, and she told me that Gizmo has taken to stealing my sister’s socks and hiding in my old room to chew them to bits. I think it’s funny, but I’m not the one dealing with socks full of holes and the bad behavior. My mum said that Gizmo misses me, which I didn’t realize would happen. I thought she would not notice my leaving when she has four other people to play with. I guess she is more perceptive than I gave her credit for.

Do you have any pets? Dogs, cats, or something else entirely? I’d love to hear in the comments!